Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.